@CWTurtleOfFreedom
(What is everyone else doin at this moment in time cause i was thinking Valerie and Cato could have a chance meeting)
(What is everyone else doin at this moment in time cause i was thinking Valerie and Cato could have a chance meeting)
//Valerie is at a cafe… reading a comic book xD
Sage and Arianna are on a date
(Ok.)
Cato wandered out of the forges and decided to go to a nearby cafe.
Valerie glanced up as someone else walked in. It was Cato, so she waved.
Sage walked into the cafe and sat down at a table, tapping his foot nervously. Gods he was making such a fool of himself! He picked up a menu and tried to concentrate on it.
Arianna looked at the menu, gods it was awkward.
Valerie glanced up as someone else walked in. It was Cato, so she waved.
Cato waved back and walked over to the table. “Mind if I join you?” He asked.
“Course not,” she said, nodding at the empty seat. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Cato said, sitting down.
Just then, Valerie’s order was called. She stood up and grabbed the latte and muffin.
Cato went over to the counter and ordered himself a coffee.
//awkward lack of conversation
“So,” she started after he sat back down. “How come you just collapsed during Capture the Flag?”
//I cant actually remember what it’s called so
“Um. Well. My leg sometimes… acts up, I guess. It’s not just the result of being crippled.” Cato stopped talking, realizing he may have said too much.
“You’re crippled?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Um. Yeah. Well… yeah. Pretty much. Can’t be healed,” Cato said, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.
“I didn’t notice it,” she said, leaning back. “What is it?”
“You didn’t notice the brace?” Cato asked, confused. “How? It’s literally the only thing people ask me about.”
“I’m not really observant,” she shrugged. “Or the kind of person who asks about strange features.”
//did I f-ck up
(No Luce you’re okay ;)
“Well, thanks, I guess. I inherited it from Vulcan. Can’t get it to go away, so I locked it in a brace and hope it doesn’t hurt too bad,” Cato said, shrugging.
“I’m guessing the brace wasn’t doing it’s job?”
“It’s job is to allow me to walk. I just installed a pain relieving device that should inject my ankle with pain suppressant when necessary.”
“How… oh. Vulcan?”
“Yeah. I’m a legacy, but I guess the ‘gene’ is still strong.”
“Maybe,” she shrugged again, taking a sip of her coffee.
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